Page 183 of Steel

I snort, earning me another punch to my side.

“It was easy to convince Killer it’d be more fun to play with you. All I had to do was spread my legs for him. He agreed and taught me all kinds of useful things.”

“Probably how to suck his tiny cock like a good little whore,” I taunt, knowing they’re not letting me out of here without causing me more pain first.

With an angry cry, she takes a knife that she magically produced from somewhere and shoves it into my side.

“Motherfucker,” I gasp.

I really should learn to pay more attention to what’s going on around me.

The guy behind me chuckles, licking up the side of my neck. His dick rubs against my ass, and I fight off the urge to gag.

“So tough,” he croons. “It’s gonna be fun watching you break.”

“Crap, crap, crap,” Heather chants as she stares at the bloody blade in her hand.

Blood leaks out of my side, but I can tell from experience that she didn’t hit anything vital. It can still be deadly if I don’t get it stitched up, though. It’s not the first time I’ve been stabbed. Dad did it for sport just to keep me under his control, so I learned how to sew myself up by the time I was sixteen. Honestly, I could probably give a distinguished surgeon a run for their money on their sutures.

The man behind me passes Heather a gun that she points at me with a shaking hand. “If you move, I’m going to shoot you.”

“I have no doubt, you crazy bitch.”

If she shoots, there’s a good chance she won’t hit anyone with how unsteady her hands are. All my weapons are in my locker because I didn’t fucking think. I got complacent because I hadn’t been attacked yet despite the many threats.

As she keeps the weapon aimed at me, the man drags me over to a stall door, pulling out a set of cuffs and sliding them through the little slot part where it closes.

“Why haven’t you screamed yet?” Heather asks, a wrinkle between her brows.

“And bring others into your shit? Into my shit? Fuck you.”

She marches up to me and places the barrel against my forehead. If I only had myself to worry about, I’d taunt her, but the shiftiness in her eyes keeps me alert. One wrong move and this crazy bitch will put a bullet in my head.

“Slow down, sugar,” the man drawls the warning at Heather. “We have a plan.”

“She’s gonna tell him,” Heather says.

The guy shoves me to the floor, maneuvering me with his arms and legs into position then snaps the cuffs around my wrists. I yank, growing frustrated when I’m unable to do anything.

“She’s right. I’m going to tell him. What do you think is going to happen when I do?” I ask the Night Skulls member.

He clucks his tongue and lifts his booted foot to place it over the fucking knife wound and puts his weight on it.

Sharp pain shoots from the wound, through my body, and into my brain. Licks of fire dance over my skin, causing me to cry out as my vision goes fuzzy.

His lips curve in a gleeful smile. “Killer is gonna give you the opportunity to protect the people you love. If you don’t hand yourself over to him, he’s coming for everyone.” He runs the knife in his hand down my cheek and leans in to whisper, “Including that pretty little girl you claim as your own.”

My body stills at the threat, and he smiles victoriously.

He taps the knife against my cheek. “Now, sit back and enjoy the show.” The man walks over to Heather. “Ready?”

As soon as she nods, he nails her in the face with his fist. The power behind the hit has me flinching in sympathy even though I don’t like Heather. The he drags his nails down her neck, leaving three deep, bloody welts behind.

Heather, the crazy bitch, just laughs and looks at over me. Her face is already starting to swell from where I slammed her into the sink and then him blasting her with his meaty fist. “Steel is going to believe you attacked me because you were jealous over Lyric, then he’s not going to want you anymore.”

My eyes widen when I realize she’s making it look like I’m the one who left those marks on her and why they’re so careful to make sure I have wounds that can’t be seen. My pulse races as I come to terms with how psychopathic my little girl’s mother truly is.

Fear jumps into my veins as I piece together what all of this could mean. Steel said Killer has chosen me to play psychological games with. What’s more torture than wondering what’s going to happen to the two people I love most?

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